However, I have ministered to the heathen crowd. Tokers of the bong and sinful distillations. Learned a few things, too.
- Legal, illegal, or 40-toke-am-I-high-yet-ditchweed, the 'MaryJane', as the kids call it, is bloody expensive, as well as taking way too many surreptitious conversations to get, especially when it is entirely possible that you may may be speaking esperanto, or quoting Dave Matthews Band as if there is meaning to their lyrics, on a trac-phone. And while inhale-inhale-pass seems the be the order of the 'pot' party, it's considered poor form not to contribute. Much like a casserole party.
- The smokers I have ministered to, while occasionally freaky and far too into Dave Matthews Band, are not dicks.
Using points one and two above, I wish to respond the the Denver PD.
- A. My stash! MY STASH! "♩ ♫ ♯ Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die ♮ ♬"
- B. Be a dick to a kid? What do you think we are, priests?
protected kids, but given ideas to assholes and publicity seekers. You are schmucks! Congratulations!